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28.07.2014, 19:29 | #1 |
The seeker
The seeker
Starting from his pain He began to question Why is it that life is the way it is There was nobody to answer No figure to look up to So he went to the library to find out more about this The books were thick, the language was strange But still all he knew was that pain does hurt Disappointed again he went back home with a feeling that didn’t fit to a word Language and words Seemed to be the key To get access to the explanations of the world He read prose and poetry They found a way into his blood And made it hotter and made it whirl The stories were entertaining, the poems were mysterious But all that they caused was a dependency So he quit reading, knowing knowledge was not going To explain the constant misery At night he lay crying He didn’t know why Maybe it’s just a symptom of being alive He started humming To the thoughts in his head His body was in contact with his mind And the moon and the stars felt as close As they weren’t shining above the earth but above him His loneliness descended into a wisdom Though for him it was still just tears on his skin The years went on His humming became singing his voice became stronger and more meaning too His questions were still The same after all And the answers were still useless or not knew But when he sang, he didn’t care If there’s ever gonna be an answer at all And the crying became easier and the pain became sweeter And they made him standing twice as tall |
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29.07.2014, 14:07 | #2 | |
Zitat:
LG Udo |
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